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“Wait! Hey, kid!” Gerard calls, running after Frank.
Frank stops so abruptly that the jogging Gerard almost runs into him. “You rang?”
“Please don’t fight that emo kid,” Gerard begs. “He’s your friend! You hardly even know me! I mean… I don’t even know your name!”
“It’s Frank Anthony Iero Jr. Know me well enough now?” Frank questions, half joking.
“Frank, this is serious! You’re going to fight your friend!” Gerard cries. He follows Frank into the art classroom. Weird, he has this class to. Oh, he can sit next to Frank and talk him out of this whole thing!
“A. He’s not my friend anymore.” Frank sits down at a table, and Gerard sits across from him. “B. I’m going to win. Then he’ll leave you alone.”
“I can take it!” Gerard insists. “You don’t have to fight him for me!”
“Look, Pete needed to get his ass kicked sooner or later. Kid’s running around like he thinks he’s Voldemort or some shit,” Frank scoffs. “Honestly, it had to be done. I’m doing a community service of a sort.”
“Why are you so sure you’ll beat him?” Gerard asks.
Frank chuckles. “Wow, you’re really not from around here. I’m kind of the best wrestler in the school, which is sort of a big deal.”
Gerard’s hazel eyes bulge out of his head. “Are you popular?”
Frank nods.
“Why are you sticking up for me then?” Gerard frowns. “Why are you even talking to me? You realize that a sophomore wants to bully me and is fully capable of it, right?”
“You aren’t a sophomore?” Frank asks, smoothly dodging Gerard’s questions because really the only reason he is talking to him is simply because Frank’s gay and Gerard’s hot.
Gerard shakes his head, laughing, “I’m a senior, man.”
“What?!” Frank replies. “Y….you look five!”
“Gee, thanks,” Gerard scoffs. “You look younger than I do, anyways.”
Frank’s phone buzzes, so he pulls it out to see a text from Pete.
Pete: We’re fighting after school @ the back parking lot. Good luck midget.
Frank: Yeah u too needle dick.
Frank just hit Pete where it hurts. Last year, he sent nudes of himself to his girlfriend, who saved them to her phone. One of her bitchy friends was going through her phone, saw the pictures, and sent them to the entire school. Pete’s dick really wasn’t small; it was actually kind of big. But still, Frank’s message must’ve brought back years of torment, back before he was a bully and he was getting his ass kicked left and right.
“So, no matter what you say, Gerard, I’m fighting Pete after school in the students’ back parking lot. Are you coming to see if your ass is saved, or not?” Frank demands.
Gerard takes a deep breath, flicks his hair from his eyes, and mumbles dejectedly, “I’ll go.”
Frank grins, and shares, “You’re going to see my skills apply in the real world, Gee.”
Gerard smirks. “Gee?”
Frank blushes, lying, “I… I make up nicknames for everyone!”
Just everyone he secretly loves.
After school, Gerard goes with Frank to the back parking lot. When they get there, Pete is already there, glaring at Frank with his deep brown eyes. Frank throws his backpack onto the ground, heading over to his old friend.
“Rules?” Pete begins.
“Person gets knocked out, taps, or goes limp, let them go, and they lose,” Frank responds.
Pete smiles maliciously. “Everything else is legal?”
Frank shakes his head. “No weapons.” He narrows his eyes. “Fight like a real man.”
Pete flips Frank off as he tosses his pen knife to the side, holding up his hands mockingly to show that they are empty. “Let’s do this, pussy!”
“Fine!” Frank snarls.
By now, a herd of kids had gathered around the two. Gerard is sucked into the vortex of adolescence as they all cheer for Frank.
Frank charges at Pete, lifting him before slamming him onto the ground. He kneels on top of him, punching him in the face.
Pete blindly claws at Frank’s chest and arms, scratching them up quite a bit. Finally, he punches Frank in the gut, taking advantage of his vulnerability by shoving him off. He takes the smaller boy and puts him into a guillotine, which Frank manages to squirm out of.
Frank knees Pete in the crotch, sending his former friend into a fetal position. Frank looms over him, delivering punches into his gut and face. He elbows him in the nose, and blood runs like a fountain down his mouth and neck.
Ray appears, shoving through the crowd and picking Frank up, dragging him away from Pete. Frank, kicking and screaming, desperately swipes at Pete. Ray grabs Frank by the shoulders, slapping him.
“Frank, what are you doing?!” Ray demands. “He’s your friend, you little dumbass!”
“Not anymore!” Frank snarls. “Let me go!”
Ray scoops his friend up once more, carrying him inside the school. He slams Frank’s back against the wall, hissing, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“He… he started it!” Frank insists.
“Started what?” Ray replies.
“He… he wanted to bully Gerard and I,” Frank answers.
Ray squints. “Are you serious? Why would he do that?”
I shrug. “He had some huge problem with Gerard. The second I stood up for him, he started being a dick to me, too. Then he proposed this whole fucking showdown, and here we are!”
Ray scrunches his nose in disgust. “Why were you sticking up for Gerard?”
“Uh… n-no reason! The kid.... he’s helpless. So damn pitiful….” Frank lies.
“Yeah. And we kind of need to get him on our good side; he’s a senior, and we kicked his baby brother’s ass,” Ray agrees.
“Yeah,” Frank nods. “But he never found out.”
“That doesn’t mean that he never will,” Ray reasons. “I like what you’re doing Frank; tricking the freak into thinking you’re on his side. I like it, I like it.”
“Haha, yeah, tricking him,” Frank mutters. He forces a chuckle.
Gerard runs up to the two, out of breath. “Frank! That was… that was incredible! You weren’t lying when you said you could fight!”
Frank grins. “Told you.”
Gerard smiles naively at Ray. “Hi, I’m Gerard.”
“Ray. It’s a pleasure,” Ray responds. God, can that kid kiss ass.
Gerard gives another toothy grin. “Have you guys ever seen a gangly kid with horn rimmed glasses walking around? He’s a freshman?”
“Um, no!” Frank answers nervously.
Ray elbows him in the ribs and replies coolly, “Can’t say I have.”
“Oh,” Gerard responds, seeming a little disappointed. “Well, if you do, that’s my little brother, Mikey.”
Mikey shows up, and Frank’s heart drops in his chest. He smiles at Gerard, but then sees Frank and Ray. He takes a step back, his hand shaking. He curls it slowly into a fist, and his brows furrow in anger.
“Mikes?” Gerard asks. “What’s wrong?”
“They… they’re the kids that beat me up at that meet!” Mikey sputters.
Gerard turns to Ray and Frank, fire somehow burning cold in his green eyes. He grabs Frank by the front of his shirt and Ray by his hair, and demands, “Which one of these assholes was the ringleader?”
“One of my friends told me it was his idea,” Mikey accuses, pointing at Frank.
Fuck, it was Frank’s idea. “That’s n-not true!” Frank stammers.
Gerard shoves Ray to the ground and pushes Frank, making the younger and smaller boy stumble backwards. Frank regains his balance, to be shoved again, and again, and again.
“Why the fuck did you pick on a freshman?” Gerard barks.
“I’m sorry!” Frank apologizes.
Gerard grabs Frank by the shoulders, kneeing him harshly in the stomach, and then delivering an uppercut into his crotch that brings him to the ground, tears stinging in his eyes as Gerard kicks him and Mikey begs for him to stop.
Mikey finally manages to pull his older sibling away, while Ray cowers on the floor in pure terror of Gerard’s wrath.
“Gerard, let’s go!” Mikey shouts, leading his brother out of the door.
“Frank! Are you okay?!” Ray yells.
“Ughhh….” Frank moans. “Ermmmahhggg….”
Ray helps his friend to his feet, and drives him home, Frank clutching his crotch, which burns and aches.
“Hey, look on the bright side,” Ray suggests. “We know that Gerard will never bother you again.”
Frank nods as he holds back his tears. Great. The boy he loves wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

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